Bai Zhenhong handed the will to the criminal attorney, and after the attorney had received it, Bai Zhenhong returned to his desk. After a moment of thought, he eventually opened a drawer and took out a large envelope containing a second will.
Besides the large envelope, there was a smaller one; holding both, he walked back and sat down on the sofa. His gaze was deep and heavy, inscrutable to those trying to discern what he might be thinking at the moment. The two envelopes he held in his hands were tightly gripped and not immediately handed to the criminal attorney. His well-maintained face was masked with contemplation, clearly indicating an intense inner struggle.
The two attorneys quietly awaited Bai Zhenhong's next words.
